The one thing about dating younger women, it opens the world to more women. They all have friends and work colleagues and family members they want you to meet. The women I see are in their 30s and 40s and, to be quite honest, are desperate to get married (sometimes second or third time around) or at least to have the security of a well-off, decently in shape (older) man.
Anyhow, I was seeing a woman need Martina. She was Russian (Kazakhstan) but spoke English like a native. She was ethnically Russian Jewish but could pass as Scandinavian - blonde hair, green eyes, slightly curvy (great breasts, ample ass). She was divorced and had two sons. They were already late into high school and we had very little interaction. She sensed we were temporary and wanted to spare them any heartbreak at having a "father figure" leave as her Russian husband (Uzbek) had. I was okay with it as well.
Martina worked at a lab and they had an in-house lawyer named Zara. She was a Persian (Iranian) Jewess who fit the description of BBW. She was short (maybe not even five feet) and had curves for days - my absolute favorite. Curvy women make me wild with desire. And Zara had an almost comically large bosom that made my mouth water.
She was dark skinned and always wore heavy make-up, whether at work or for social gatherings. She was in her early 30s, perhaps 31 or 32. Her ass was a work of art. It followed the rest of her body like a loyal dog following her owner on a walk. I spied more than a few men admiring it at the many social events Zara attended, almost always at Martina's invitation.
Zara had never married and had no children. She always insisted she was looking for the right man but nothing stuck. Martina introduced her to every eligible bachelor, but most were not interested in "the fat girl." I know it hurt her feelings but she dove into her work and was hoping to start her own practice.
Zara was a visitor to Martina's apartment quite often, especially in bad weather. Martina (and I) lived very close to the lab, which was located in a suburban area of Connecticut. Zara lived in a suburb of New Haven, in her childhood home, with her parents.
I spent a lot of time speaking and flirting with Zara for multiple reasons, including the fact that I love women, love BBWs, love flirting, loved watching the occasional mischievous grin on her when I told a saucy story, and she was desperate for attention (especially male attention). But we did not socialize without Martina. It was the three of us or more, always.
So it was quite shocking when she showed up at my condo, uninvited and unannounced, on a random Wednesday night. She was crying as she knocked on my door and naturally, being empathetic, I let her in.
She was a mess. Her makeup was running. Her eyes were reddened. Her hair wild, untamed. She had on a loose fitting skirt and heels, with a sweater on top.
She told me that she did not want to go to Martina. Martina would not understand. She has me and she has everything, including a beautiful body. No one would ever love her. She realized it on her drive home from work. She would never kiss a man.
I did not think she was being literal. I thought she was being dramatic and maybe in the midst of a break-down. So I hugged her and said, don't worry, it will be all right; that sort of thing.
And then I said it.
"And you're beautiful and you have a very beautiful body."
We were still hugging when I said it and I thought, did I just say that out loud?
Now, I'm not against seduction and flirtation, but that was a bit much, even for me.
Anyhow, I started to push back a little, to look at her and apologize. She hugged me tighter, instead.
"Do you think that? Really? Don't lie. Do you think I'm beautiful? Do you really think I have a beautiful body?"
Once, in college, I was speaking to a girl I had just met at a party and realized she wanted me without having to put in any effort. So rather than try to impress her with my wit, I took her hand, brought her into my friend's room, and made out with her, finishing with a wonderful hand job.
